NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Respite

Eyes on fire, burning and red,

is it allergy season again?

Or too much screen time,

Work continuing, never ending?

She longs for an overdue escape

Somewhere outdoors, disconnected,

Mountains, lake, or beach, anywhere

Anywhere fresh air can bring relief.

Hopefully a respite arrives soon,

Or she shall go mad in this endless cycle.

April 22, 2022 – DRM

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